Disclaimer time!
I do not own tokyo mew mew. (couldn't find anyone to do the disclaimer on such short notice.)
"I don't know what to do! We tried the library and the church, and she wasn't there! all we found was a lot of flesh eating beasts!" Cried Lettuce. "Well, Err, they probably weren't flesh eating,"Pai soothes. from the glare he gets, this wasn't the answer Lettuce was looking for. "don't worry. I'm sure Melody's just fine," says Pai. "You think so?" whispers Lettuce. "Sure!" says Pai, hoping he sounds more confident than he feels. I mean, he honestly has no idea if the demons they had encountered liked happy kid meals. (Melody being the happy kid and the meal.) I mean, you can't tell these things by looking.
suddenly Lettuce looks over Pai's shoulder. Pai turns around as well. there, leaning against a lamppost, is a grinning spectre! she is ghostly white, with long white hair flowing down her back. her lips are the most transparent pink, and her eyes are a blue so pale, they're a step from white. "Hello," she says, and floats, yes floats, over. "My name is Artemis." Lettuce can only stare. What is going on? Pai is the only one who makes the connection. "Melody mentioned you," he says. "Who are you?" "I already told you. I am Artemis." The ethereal figure smiles. "How do you know Melody?" asks Lettuce. "I met your daughter earlier today. She is quite a nice girl," says Artemis. "Are you the one who kidnapped her?" asks Lettuce. Artemis throws back her head and laughs. "Whats so funny?" Demands Pai. Artemis is now laughing so hard, nearly invisible tears are falling down her face. She wipes them away and smiles at the couple before her.
"The thought of your daughter being kidnapped and taken here!" Artemis chuckles. "in case you haven't noticed, this is a ghost town. Literally. you're talking to a ghost." Artemis chuckles again. "What?" yelps Lettuce. "There's no such thing as ghosts!" But in her heart of hearts, Lettuce has to admit that Artemis does resemble what Lettuce always imagined a ghost to look like. Artemis smiles again. "But there are zombies and demons," she says. Lettuce curses her logic. "but you can't be a ghost. Its just not possible for someone to come back. When you're dead, you're dead,"Says Lettuce. "Oh. I guess I'm just supernaturally pale and eternally youthful," says Artemis.
"Yea- wait a second! Its impossible to be eternally young!" Lettuce argues. "It is if you're dead," says Artemis reasonably. Pai shakes his head and decides to intervene. "look, we don't care about all that. We just want to find her daughter!" Pai points to Lettuce. "Ah, yes, Melody. Such a sweet girl. And pretty, as well," says Artemis. "You cannot simply retrieve her." "WHY NOT!" shouts Lettuce.
"Your daughter is very... unique, for lack of better wording," says Artemis. "three days before she came, I could sense something shifting in the very core of Mist haunt. The dead that had spent ages simply hovering above their graves began to stir, and call out. Us supernaturally talented ghosts didn't understand it. But then, your daughter arrived. The ghosts at grave began to scream and shout out for someone. I believe they wished, and still do, to summon your daughter. I saw her and knew why. This town has a resident sorceress, Azanthra, and your daughter resembles her greatly. Long black hair, all-seeing blue eyes, and a calm, caring nature, all those were things the Sorceress Azanthra possessed. And the ghosts believe she can help them. Sometimes ghosts understand these things. Chances are, your daughter has some hidden gifts..."
"No. Melody isn't a sorceress. And where is this sorceress /Can she help me find my baby?" says Lettuce, refusing to believe Melody is actually magical. "The great Azanthra is sleeping now. She should awaken when your daughter draws nearer. They look exactly alike,"says Artemis. "but we're Christian, for pete's sake. You can't be a Christian sorceress!" sniffs Lettuce. "if God gives you gifts, he intends for you to use them," says Artemis. "Azanthra is part demon, part angel. the powers of her ancestors live in her. They gave them to her. But Azanthra had to kind a heart to kill, and instead wished to use her powers for good. Even her demon powers were devoted to helping others." "No! My baby is not a demon!" snaps Lettuce. "I said part demon," says Artemis. "there's a big difference. A demon is often crossed with something. Meaning it may have claws or Horns. But a half demon possess demon magic but often looks more human and doesn't hiss or squeal. They speak normally."
Lettuce is practically in tears. "She isn't a sorceress!" she snaps. "tell me where to find her!" "Not yet," says Artemis. "the time has not yet come." and with that, she disappears.